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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
the Swans,
Monks,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.