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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 X-101 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.