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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.