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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.