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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.