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 Uruguay 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Supertramp,
X-102,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.