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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.