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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Buckinghams to the grime 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Swans,
The Associates,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.