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 Comoros 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.