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 Kosovo 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.