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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
New Order,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Little Man,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.