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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Mars to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.