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 India and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.