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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Visage,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.