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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.