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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Fear,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.