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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
UT,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.