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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.