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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 The Invisible to the techno 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.