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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.