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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Golliwogs 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
The Move,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.