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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.