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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.