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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the rock 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s 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 Soul Sonic Force 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?
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.