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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.