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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 The Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Television,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.