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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.