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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.