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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.