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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.