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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the rap 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
The Remains,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.