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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.