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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Dennis Brown to the dance 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.