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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Aswad,
CMW,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.