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 El Salvador 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
The Cure,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.