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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.