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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Mission of Burma to the punk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
MDC,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.