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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Stooges to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.