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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Toasters to the funk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.