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 San Marino 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.