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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.