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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Swans 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.