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 Guatemala 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.