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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.