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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Mumbai and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.