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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.