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 Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.