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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.