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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.