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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.