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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 New Christs,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.