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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.