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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.