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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Can,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.