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 Philippines and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Surgeon to the funk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.