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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.