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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the funk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Nico,
Main Source,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
ABC,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.