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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All World's Most 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.