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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.