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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 The Motions to the grime 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.