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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.