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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.