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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.