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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s.
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 The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.