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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.