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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.