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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.