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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.