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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.