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 Norway 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.