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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.