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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
JFA,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.