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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.