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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.