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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the disco 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
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.