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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Qualms,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
ABC,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.