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 Panama 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.