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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Gong,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.