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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.