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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
June Days,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
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.