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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Can,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.