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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Index,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.