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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Index to the disco 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.