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 North and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Japan to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.