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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 The Move 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.