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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.