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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.