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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.