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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.