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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.