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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Q65,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.