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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 808 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 Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Darondo,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.