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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.