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 Egypt 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Television,
Wire,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.