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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Faust,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.