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 Botswana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science 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 Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Lyres,
Mars,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Q65,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.