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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.