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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.