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 Andorra and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the grunge 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.