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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.