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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the techno 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.