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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.