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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Avey Tare to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.