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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Associates to the rock 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.