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 Croatia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Angels of Light to the rap 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 Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.