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 Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.