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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
MC5,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.