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 Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Brass Construction 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
AZ,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.