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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.