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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Intrusion to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.