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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.