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 Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.