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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.