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 Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.