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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 rhodes 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.