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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.