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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
This Heat,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
AZ,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.