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 Korea South and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Can,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.