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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.