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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.