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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Tears for Fears to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Ten City,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.