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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 spring reverb 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Gong,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.