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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Intrusion,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.