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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
AZ,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.