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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Hoover to the dance 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Mars,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.