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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.