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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.