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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the techno 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
UT,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Ituana,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.