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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.