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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Kenny Larkin to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.