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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.