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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Zapp,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.