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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.