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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.