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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.