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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.