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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Oblivians to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground 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 Techniques,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.