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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.