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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.