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 Yemen and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.