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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.