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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.