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 Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.