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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Franke,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.