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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Inner City to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.