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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.