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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.