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 Antigua 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.