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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.