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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 snare 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.