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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.