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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.