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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.