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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Hardrive to the electroclash 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Can,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.