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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.