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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.