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 Nauru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.