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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.