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 Kiribati and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Nas,
Franke,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.