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 Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.