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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.