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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Can,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.