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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Swans,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.