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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Dawn Penn to the techno 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.