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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.