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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
New Order,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Television,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.