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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.