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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.