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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.