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 Benin and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.