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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Monks,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.