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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.