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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Pus to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.