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 Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.