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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Jandek,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.