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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.