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 Azerbaijan 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.