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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
The Fall,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.