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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.