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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the grime 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Wings,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.