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 Dominica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 This Heat to the dance 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.