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 Dominica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Can,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.