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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.