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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.