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 Chile and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.