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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.