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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 EPMD to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
the Germs,
CMW,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Organ,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.