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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the funk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.