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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the disco 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.