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 Slovakia and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.