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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.