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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.