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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.