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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.