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 Burkina 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.