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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.