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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
The Move,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.