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 Chad and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
EPMD,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.