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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.