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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.