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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 the Slits to the funk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Scion,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.