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 El Salvador and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
the Swans,
Brick,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.