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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Suicide,
DNA,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.