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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.