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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Görl to the techno 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.