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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.