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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.