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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 The Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Magma,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.