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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Wings,
The Motions,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.