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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
The Names,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.