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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.