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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.