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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
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the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Scion,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.