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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.