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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.