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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.