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 the UAE 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.