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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.