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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.