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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.