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 Italy and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.