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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.