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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.