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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.