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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Victims to the rock 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.