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 Egypt 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
10cc,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.