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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.