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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
PIL,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.