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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger 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?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.