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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Altered Images to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.