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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.