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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
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.