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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gun Club 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
JFA,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.