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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.