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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the dance 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.