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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Motorama to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Josef K,
The Evens,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.