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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.