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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Qualms,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.