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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.