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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
cv313,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.