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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
The Sound,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.