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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 JFA to the funk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip 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?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.