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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson 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 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.