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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.