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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.