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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.