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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.