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 Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Monks,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.