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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.