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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.