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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Crime,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.