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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.