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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.