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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.