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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.