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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.