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 Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Move to the techno 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.