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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.