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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.