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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.