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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.