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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.