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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.