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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.