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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.