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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.