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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.