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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.