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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.