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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.