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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.