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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.