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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.