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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.