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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.