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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Bobby Womack 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.