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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.