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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Nas,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.