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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.