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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet 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?
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Nico,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.