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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.