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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.