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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.