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 Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the disco 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.