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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.