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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.