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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Magma,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.