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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.