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 Gabon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.