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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.