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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.