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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.