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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
The Human League,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.