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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.