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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.