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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Fear,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.