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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day 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?
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Index,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.