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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.