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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.