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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.