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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Inner City,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
ABC,
The Move,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.