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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Audionom,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.