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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.