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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.