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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.