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 Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Divine Comedy 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Lyres,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.