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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Boredoms to the grunge 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.