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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 synthesizer 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 The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.