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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Pole to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini 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?
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.