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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Hoover to the electroclash 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.