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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie 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.