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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 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 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.