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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.