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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Can,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.