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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.