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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.