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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Scrapy to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.