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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Martian to the crunk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.