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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.