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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.