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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Fear,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.