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 Korea South and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.