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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.