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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.