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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Scion,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.