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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
JFA,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.