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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.