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 Bangladesh 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.