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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.