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 Cape Verde 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.