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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Technova,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.