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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Durutti Column to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Nico,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.