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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.