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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Trojans to the rock 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.