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 Qatar 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Scion,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Nico,
The Move,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.