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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motions to the crunk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.