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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.