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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.