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 Belize and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.