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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 mellotron 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.