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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Evens to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.