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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.