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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Ituana to the funk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.