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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.