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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.