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 Laos and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Five Americans,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.