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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mummies to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
MDC,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.