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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.