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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.