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 Congo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.