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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 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 Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Television,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.