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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.