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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.