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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.