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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.