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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.