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 Rwanda 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.