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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Cameo,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.