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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.