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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.