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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Mars,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.