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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Fat Boys 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.