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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.