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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.