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 Botswana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.