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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Black Bananas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.