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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Erasure,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.