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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.