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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
10cc,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.