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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
the Association,
The Remains,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.