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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
EPMD,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.