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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.