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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Index,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.