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 Georgia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.