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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 The Names to the disco 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.