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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Niagra,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.