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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.