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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.