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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
JFA,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.