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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Index,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
World's Most,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.