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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.