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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.