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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Echospace 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.