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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Slits to the dance 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.