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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the grime 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.