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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Barracudas to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Franke,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.