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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.