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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.