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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.