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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.