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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.