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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.