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 Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.