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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Red Krayola to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.