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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.