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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.