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 Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Blake Baxter 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.