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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.