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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 The Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.