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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.