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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.