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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Index,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.