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 Bolivia and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.