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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Faust,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.