Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.