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 Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
MDC,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.