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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.