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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.