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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.