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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.