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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.