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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Groovy Waters to the grime 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.