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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.