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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.