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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Liliput,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.