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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 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 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 Sonic Youth to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.