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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.