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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.