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 Comoros 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.