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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Scan 7 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.