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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.