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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Fat Boys to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
PIL,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.