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 Chile 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 güiro 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.