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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.