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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Move to the crunk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.