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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.