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 Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.