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 Tonga and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.