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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Bobby Womack to the funk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.