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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.