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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
MDC,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.