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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.