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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.