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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.