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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.