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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.