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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.