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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
PIL,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.