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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.