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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Outsiders to the grunge 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.