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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
New Order,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.