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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.