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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.