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 Liberia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.