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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.