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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grass Roots to the dance 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.