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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Franke,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.