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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.