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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Cameo,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.