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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.