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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.