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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.