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 Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.