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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.