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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.