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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.