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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.