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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.