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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.