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 Switzerland 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Shoche,
the Normal,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.