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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.