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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the techno 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Scion,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
AZ,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.