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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the techno 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Hoover,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.