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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
The Names,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.