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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.