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 Moldova and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.