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 Botswana 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Visage,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
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.