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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stooges to the jazz 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.