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 Norway 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.