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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.