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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.