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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.