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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.