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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.