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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Gong,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.