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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.