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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
DNA,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.