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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Organ,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.