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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Suicide,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.