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 Libya and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.