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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Names to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.