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 Japan and from New York.
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 Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.