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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.