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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 the Germs to the disco 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.