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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Mars,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.