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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 guitar 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 Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.