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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.