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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Niagra,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.