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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.