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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.