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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.