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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.