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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Robert Görl to the disco 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.