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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
X-102,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.