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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Wire,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.