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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Magma,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.