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 Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.