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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.