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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.