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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.