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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Make Up,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.