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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
X-102,
the Swans,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.