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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.