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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.