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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.