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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.