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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the disco 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.