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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.