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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the grime 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Oneida,
New Order,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.