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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the rap 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.