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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
The Move,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.