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 Canada and from Accra.
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 Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.